Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 116 The Birth of an Emperor, Imaginary Worlds and Warp Space

The image of being pierced through the chest by the black sword was still etched in Gilgamesh's mind. Along with the weightlessness of his Spirit Origin collapsing and this utter defeat, he returned to the Throne of Heroes along with his Spirit Origin.

This defeat was so profound for him that it was deeply imprinted on the very essence of his spirit origin.

The original consciousness, lingering in the Throne of Heroes, repeatedly dissects and deduces every detail and root cause of its defeat in the almost stagnant flow of time.

Ultimately, he came to the conclusion that, setting aside all performance, his sudden and unexpected defeat could only prove one thing.

They are being abandoned step by step, ignored by people, and by the whole world. In the future, they may no longer have a place and have completely become a thing of the past.

In the real timescale, from the time his spirit foundation was established to the time he came to a conclusion, not even a second had passed.

Meanwhile, Gilgamesh, the tyrant who had already obtained a complete physical body, also realized this at the same instant.

He swirled the divine sake he had taken from the King's Treasury in his glass, his scarlet eyes darkening slightly. His previously nonchalant mood was suddenly overwhelmed by an uncontrollable irritation.

"In my time, I, on behalf of my people and all mankind, declared our farewell to the gods."

And you, Locke—are you going to sever all ties with humanity, with the Restraint Force, and with all of humanity itself?

Having figured this out, Gilgamesh's face darkened completely. Originally, seeing humanity break free of their shackles and ascend towards the future was a joyful thing for him, but at this moment he was suddenly awakened to the fact that he himself was precisely the part that humanity was going to completely abandon along with the old era.

That last bit of enthusiasm for drinking vanished instantly, and he couldn't feel happy at all.

In that future, humanity has surpassed them, reaching the pinnacle of their civilization and race, while these guys, in their time, may have been forgotten even as legends, becoming nothing more than a thing of the past.

However, the thought that he could see such a future and even become a part of it suddenly made Gilgamesh feel better, and he thought to himself.

Perhaps, in the future, I will be more than just Gilgamesh.

When the reality of the last trump card in their hands, Gilgamesh, failed to secure even the slightest victory, Fujimaru Ritsuka stood before the arena transformed from the deck of the interstellar battleship. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and even her fingertips were cold. A sense of bewilderment, bordering on self-doubt, instantly overwhelmed her.

They had prepared for the worst in the face of two defeats, but the actual result far exceeded everyone's expectations.

They lost completely, without gaining even the slightest bit of value—not only did they fail to figure out their opponent's weaknesses or find a way to break the deadlock, but even their strongest Servant was directly killed by the opponent's unreasonable Noble Phantasm, leaving them with no way to turn the tide. No matter how she used Command Seals, Gilgamesh's death was still irreversible.

The current situation is far beyond what can be simply described as "being in a disadvantageous position"; it is a desperate situation where not a glimmer of hope can be seen.

An immense, suffocating pressure instantly enveloped her.

Two consecutive crushing defeats, along with the immense burden of saving humanity from extinction, weighed heavily on the shoulders of this ordinary high school student. She knew all too well what an irreversible end awaited humanity and the entire world if this final battle was lost, even if it was just a subspecies singularity.

Just then, Shirou Emiya reached out and gently patted her shoulder. As Locke's close friend, he had already keenly sensed a fleeting glimmer of hope in these two seemingly hopeless duels.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up blankly, meeting Emiya Shirou's steady and resolute eyes. Her nerves, which had been taut to the point of breaking, suddenly relaxed, and she froze on the spot. Without any preamble or comfort, he spoke directly, his voice so steady it seemed capable of supporting any precarious weight: "I have an idea."

Meanwhile, Fou, who was originally agitated and flustered, was now quietly nestled in Mashu's arms, tilting her little head and enjoying the girl's gentle stroking and soothing touch, her round eyes filled with doubt.

Where did that beastly aura go? How could it suddenly vanish without a trace?

While they were wondering, Locke, who had obtained the "Principle of Understanding," met with the other Lockes and briefly explained the situation before switching back his character card, successfully preventing the birth of the Eighth Beast.

Although the Demon Lord is no more, the "Principle of Understanding" can better help Locke complete his next plan, so Locke stayed at the Throne of Heroes and began to "understand" the Throne of Heroes.

He used the "reason of understanding" to pry open the barriers of the Throne of Heroes, implanting a scorching yet distorted future into this temple that recorded all of humanity's glory—he wanted the Throne of Heroes to accept the heroic souls of humanity who would traverse the galaxy 40,000 years from now.

He succeeded, and he failed. He recorded the heroic spirits who had already "existed" before Chaldea in the Throne of Heroes, such as Cypher, Sigismund, and Mephisto, but he couldn't record any more.

Their memories are not real and may even contradict each other. Although they can be explained by Tzeentch's conspiracy, this is not what Locke wants.

What he wanted was to build a real future with lies, but no matter how realistic the lies were woven, they still needed fertile ground to take root. Without the real-life trajectory of human reason as a foundation, even if he could understand everything about humanity, he could not make the Throne of Heroes acknowledge these souls that only existed in his imagination and spanned the galaxy.

Human reasoning in this world is firmly confined to the small space of its home planet, too narrow to contain even half a sea of ​​stars.

He searched every corner of the Throne of Heroes, but could not find a single existence that could bear the romanticism of humanity's starry sky forty thousand years from now. It was as if all the beauty of humanity had been sealed in the past, and the future, with its predetermined path, was only a tragedy heading towards annihilation.

Just as he was about to give up and turn to rush into the vortex of origin, a soul as faint as a star drifting into deep space collided with his vision.

[Traveler]

This is a modern Heroic Spirit with an extremely short lifespan in human history, a miracle from a parallel world line, recorded in the Throne of Heroes solely based on humanity's shared yearning for the stars.

In 1977, humanity sent two probes named "Voyager" into the dark and boundless universe. Carrying humanity's most fervent dreams of space and a golden record containing fifty-five human languages, they flew towards the endless depths of space, never stopping, becoming humanity's most tender love letter to the stars.

This longing and romance that transcends the stars ultimately evolved into a heroic spirit called "The Traveler." His appearance is like that of the boy in "The Little Prince" who travels between planets, forever surrounded by humanity's purest and most fervent yearning for the stars, the unknown, and the future.

The moment Locke saw the traveler clearly, his anxiety subsided completely; he no longer needed any backup Plan B.

As his thoughts surged and his will settled, his form slowly reshaped within the sea of ​​light of the Throne of Heroes.

A suit of golden armor, as dazzling as the stars, covered his imposing body. A crown woven from laurel branches fell from his hair, and the double-headed eagle emblem of the human empire on his chest resembled two eyes gazing at the starry sky, radiating a majestic yet gentle light.

With a love that could encompass the entire galaxy, he bent down and gently embraced the innocent, childlike prince before him.

The traveler slowly awoke in the warm embrace, his eyes meeting Locke's deep, universe-like gaze. His clear pupils were filled with bewildered confusion.

"Sleep, my child." Locke's voice was like an evening breeze carrying starlight, gentle yet carrying a weight that could shake the world. "When you wake up, the world will be a completely new place. As a reward for the romance of humanity's entire cosmos that you have embodied, you will become my child, a complete and true human being, to touch every glimpse of the starry sky you yearn for."

"This oath is made in the name of the Lord of mankind."

The moment the words fell, the entire Throne of Heroes trembled violently, and an endless sea of ​​light surged and boiled. This temple, which recorded all of humanity's past, was undergoing a cataclysmic upheaval.

At the same moment, Locke's worldline underwent a cataclysmic change that shook the very foundations of human reasoning. The entire timeline shattered at that moment, branching into two completely different trajectories.

In the Chaldea control room, the screen of the near-future observation lens, Sheba, suddenly exploded with a blinding red alarm, and a sharp buzzing sound instantly filled the entire room.

The already tense atmosphere completely exploded. The already nervous staff instantly became a flurry of activity, their fingers flying across the control panel as they tried their best to capture the core data of this anomaly and figure out what had happened at this singularity.

Dr. Roman, clutching his hair, nearly collapsed as he shouted at the screen, "What the hell is this singularity doing?!"

Da Vinci leaned against the control panel, his fingertips casually tracing the constantly flashing red parameter panel. His tone lacked its usual ease, tinged with an inexplicable sense of melancholy, yet also with the irrepressible curiosity unique to geniuses: "I always feel—we've truly been abandoned by humanity, by the future. Speaking of which, I suddenly feel a bit like seeing what humanity will be like forty thousand years from now."

"This is not the time to talk about this!"

In despair, Dr. Roman suddenly turned to look at her, clenched his fist, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't give up!!!!"

Meanwhile, Holmes, standing in the corner, frowned and pressed his fingertips to his chin, maintaining absolute composure amidst the chaos of the room.

He quickly sorted through this series of illogical changes, but the doubts in his heart only grew larger and larger.

Who exactly is Locke, the "future emperor of the universe" and "master of mankind" who suddenly appeared out of nowhere? And why did he intrude into the game of human survival in such an abrupt way?

Who exactly is this future cosmic emperor and master of humanity? Why did he appear so abruptly?

Before anyone could figure out what had happened, the two surging timelines snapped back together, eventually becoming a mirror world with two sides, just like a closed loop of a Möbius strip, where the two sides are one and there is no possibility of separation.

Meanwhile, Locke, who was in the Throne of Heroes, whose spirit origin was overwritten based on the Traveler's spirit origin, watched as one Heroic Spirit after another appeared before him, and the galaxy of his dreams was constantly emerging in front of him.

However, everything is still unstable, and he needs someone's help.

"You really did it? It seems that heaven is still looking out for us."

The Heroic Spirit Locke appeared in the Throne of Heroes. After Locke distorted reality, the true Heroic Spirit, the Emperor Angel, replaced him and became the one who fought against Chaldea, Shirou Emiya, and others.

"If we have to say something, we should thank Mo Xu Luo, not just God."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"It's a long story, but to make it short, He became a beast."

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"These minor details are insignificant. What matters is that from now on, we will do the same thing."

Having said that, Locke reached out his hand to the heroic spirit whose face was exactly the same as his own. In those eyes that had carried forty thousand years of human glory, there was an unwavering determination. Every word he uttered was resounding: "Are you ready to rewrite the fate of this world, Emperor?"

The heroic spirit Locke, known as the Emperor, smiled in unison, raised his hand and firmly grasped his, his voice filled with a certainty that transcended time: "It's been prepared for a long time."

The moment their hands clasped tightly, a dazzling light, enough to illuminate the non-linear time flow of the Throne of Heroes, erupted, and a powerful surge of light swept over everything around them.

The next second, two consciousnesses of the same origin simultaneously broke free from the constraints of the Throne of Heroes and returned to the material world. One was their figure, already separated into two distinct timelines, standing at opposite ends of the mirror world, existing as two sides of the same coin.

Yet, they are planes that will never intersect.

Emperor Locke looked at his Space Marine character card and the "Reason of Understanding," which he had entrusted to him and which contained the loneliness of all humanity, and slowly closed his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved it forward, his fingertips tearing through the veil of reality with his will, opening up the unfathomable imaginary space.

He stepped into this chaotic realm where the laws of reality had completely collapsed and the mortal mind could not observe, standing unprotected in the cracks between the worlds.

This is the confluence of countless parallel worlds, pan-human history, and predetermined events; it is the critical boundary where the root of evil is closest to the material world.

Locke stood there, one hand holding the "Twisted" that overturned destiny, and the other holding the "Understanding" that empathized with all beings. In the name of the Lord of Humanity, he embarked on this journey spanning thirty thousand years.

"This is my subspace."

"Let's get along well for the next 30,000 years."

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